The bodyguard got out of the car and respectfully opened the door of the first vehicle.
A man's expensive, glossy leather boots stepped out, followed by him straightening his tall, upright figure.
"Young Master, it's just ahead," one bodyguard said.
The man casually surveyed everything around him, "Lead the way."
"Yes!"
"Bang—" The door was suddenly kicked open.
Ye Anqi turned around in surprise to see several men in black suits rushing in!
They all had an imposing demeanor and were strongly built.
Ye Anqi had long been accustomed to such scenes and immediately guessed their identities—they were all bodyguards.
A bodyguard quickly stepped forward and pulled the woman who had collapsed on her.
The woman's breathing was faint; her condition was severe.
The bodyguard looked at Ye Anqi sharply, "What's wrong with her?"
"Stomach pain."
"Who are you to her?"
"Nobody."
"If you're nobody, then why are you here?"
